I Became A Villain Daughter Novels & Stories

Do you hear me? He nods, but he didnt believe me. At least, not yet because xaden had just traumatized him. I held him tighter and stared at the blood on the floor. My brother-in-law was a monster. My son was traumatized. And me? I’m the woman who killed a king to keep this family together. How far would I go to hold power? Far enough to hold my son while I lie to him. Far enough to clean up the mess Xaden made. Far enough to make sure no one ever hurts Kieran again. Even if I had to become the villain to do it.

"You've all seen the video, so I'm not going to dwell too long on that. Victor Morel is a man with a long history of failed business ventures and personal grievances, who accused my daughter of something despicable. He sat in front of a camera, looked the world in the eye, and told a fucking lie. My apologies to the children watching this." A reporter raised her hand but I ignored her. "Victor Morel is a fucking coward who dragged my daughter into a business fight that should have remained between him and me. And why? Because he couldn't touch me directly. Because every time he's tried, I've pushed back. So he went after the one person he knew was vulnerable and I hold very dear." I leaned f

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

Daddy’s coming home. I cried then. Quiet, shaking sobs that I muffled against the babies’ soft hair. But when the tears stopped, steel replaced them. Victor thought he’d won. The court thought they’d broken Damien Voss. They were wrong. I was no longer the insecure girl pulled from a pool. I was Isla Voss—mother, lover, fighter. I would raise our children. I would guard the empire. I would visit Damien every single week and remind him exactly what he was fighting to come home to.

" After manipulating my father, king Damien, she then made a trap to which our resources and our strength had to be stolen. That worthless woman had the audacity to even steal our last resources. But all this time my father was the only who was suffering though he was wrong to make this decision. " " Not only him but I was also wronged. I was bullied and neglected by my own father. My right to inherit my kingdom was ripped off by that evil lady. But I had the hope that one day I will rule this kingdom and take back it's previous glory and it's power." She paused for a while as she took glance of the crowds. She then continued while seeing their anxious face. ' looks like they fall for it.' s

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

She snarls. Sometimes I love her determination. Little does she know, determination is not enough to win against me. In my world, you do not have a chance if you are afraid to get your hands dirty. I played a game to trap her and she, on the other hand, doesn’t know how to be nasty. That is where I won and she lost her precious daughter. Our daughter. “Good luck. I will wait for your move,” I say and get inside my car.

I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain. 一 What are you still doing in front of me? 一 I asked and started to leave, but the girl brutally pulled my arm. 一 You attract attention wherever you walk 一 She uttered the words with hatred and squeezed my arm 一 You're going to lose everything 一 She threatened almost spitting and then I smiled evil. 一 Who do you think you are to threaten me? 一 I asked pulling my arm with all my strength. 一 Your worst nightmare 一 He said with hesitation in his voice.